Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.
A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.
Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.
Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.
He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.